Black Eyes

A Poem by Rob Funk

Cloaked in black,

Sharp as a tack,

His eyes pure black,

A master of despair,

He stood atop the stairs,

Leaning down this tall man whispers,

A good student you are,

Look in my eyes,

This should come as no surprise,

You have been demonized,

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Added on June 15, 2013
Last Updated on June 16, 2013

Mostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..

Side Stepping Hell

That poor soldier

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